When God Speaks

Dreams seem to travel in a million different ways, but the dream I have of you is the one I wish would stay.

Yet it never does.

Like mist over water it rarely lingers, soon evaporating as quickly as it came and for the briefest of moments I’m caught up in it’s game. Happiness washes over me as the world stands still. Watching and hoping that this time it’s real.

Yet it never is.

As I open my eyes I’m overwhelmed with emotions. Sadness and lonliness that only the dream can take away causes the ache in my soul that is deep and strong. As the tears fall silently from my eyes, the emptiness I feel only reminds me your gone. I try to hang on to the memory of the dream, but the harder I try the quicker it leaves. Oh, how I wish I could see you again.

Yet I never will…

The dreams of you I love and I hate. I love spending time with you if only in my dreams. Yet, I hate that my dreams are in my moments of sleep with time being limited to the dreams mandate. Oh, how I wish these dreams could be real, but before I know it I’m missing you again.

…and I always will.

This was a writing prompt to write a poem about the power of dreams. I am in no way a writer of poems, but there it is…